to the spaced out wes anderson extras who cutely zigzagged around my car while i patiently waited for their march of the hipster penguins fashion show to end at the crosswalk- ("secret high five handshake Zephyr! we've once again slyly subverted the man and taught him a thing or two about pedestrian rights, all in off-beige bohemian canvas sneakers and our accessory dog!"). If you can avert your clear blue eyes from your privileged future for a brief moment and look where you are going, you'll make it back to daddy's Iloft quicker, and I can get to work on time. not that you aren't adorable. thanks. —exhausted